A sailboat adrift
far out
and not enough fuel for the motor
to ever power its way back to shore.
What I’m saying is you can call me unmoored.
Call me lost.
Call me unreachable
because when you call, I may not pick up the phone–
too far from civilization
for the towers to reach.
I’m busy trying to find a space to call my own.
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